The last best hope, the redneck pope the hicks
are counting on, won’t need his travel kit
when he’s on Ricker’s Island. Gavel it!
He orders bedroom windows made of bricks:
aspires to nothing higher than Stevie Nix.
The break-up (that’s why Vaclav Havel quit)
– how cross is Marjorie, how cavil-fit –
is something he would engineer for kicks,
so put him where he can’t mishandle chicks.
He screwed it all. His team unravel, knit:
on Epstein’s isle, he did the Savile bit.
With Kavanaugh and J.D. Vance his picks,
The Hollow Man is running out of tricks.
There’s only one thing left – the Gravel Pit!
(I’m penniless: I have no hint of loot.
I fear no a-hole’s defamation suit.)
Categories:
savile, destiny,
Form: Sonnet
Shame on you, Jimmy Savile
The secrets you've kept all this while
How many woman and children have you abused
Covered by friends that you have used
The poor little girl in her hospital bed
The truths come out, now that you're dead
A girl with brain damage, what were you drinking
You filthy pedophile, what were you thinking
It's probably more but two hundred nineteen times
Incidents have formally been recorded as crimes
Your fame on the air, DJ and TV
Your celebrity status means nothing to me
Revoking your Knighthood to me is a must
It would be in the U.S., In god we do trust
So I ask you queen, to make a new trial
And remove the Knighthood of Jimmy Savile
Categories:
savile, child abuse,
Form: Free verse
Jimmy Savile liked to touch boys and girls
he'd visit them in their hospital room.
And used to run his fingers through their curls,
mere buds, they barely started to bloom.
England's Queen made this pedophile a Knight
a prolific sexual predator.
And though his sick behavior wasn’t right
'twas overlooked by his fans and editor.
Sir Jimmy raped boys and girls young as five
getting caught on camera at least once.
Yet, his enablers helped his career thrive
he acted like a clown, but was no dunce.
Jimmy Savile, was a child molester
that abused little kids in Manchester.
(Sonnet)
Written Feb.19, 2018
For - Operation Yewtree - Poetry Contest
By: Catie Lindsey
Categories:
savile, angst, celebrity, child abuse,
Form: Sonnet
"Headline news! The rag trade is torn to pieces!
Dolls are strewn across the streets with skirts lifted high.
Headline news! Markets are buzzing with voracious bees;
Stinging for honey, for money to burn. Sly.
May I escort you sir to higher gains? Just feed the slot
Machine coffers with offers of fine dining and lustful desires.
Become bloated and coated, botched and scotched
And drink embers mellow as you repast by the fire!
Suits you sir! That suit should fake them and shake them,
For you look a right toff and in those two tone brogues
None can guess and think anything less of you and your suit
That is pin striped and blue. Welcome to 'Cafe Rogues'.
Are you a gambler sir? Do you place your bets well?
Do you prefer evens or odds or don't you give a sod?
There are no consciences here sir! We'll take your money
And spend it on honey and fine clothes by God!
Paper!paper! Read all about it, headline news!
Dolls are found in alleyways torn to shreds!
Escorts are fattened calves ready for the slaughter!
Suited toff is found dying in Savile Row gutter!
Gambling money spinner wins. Camera closes the shutter.
Categories:
savile, england,
Form: Rhyme